I felt I'd rather die already -- there are too many things I want to do but then I'd know there's no way I can do them in this life time and so I'd see no sense in living anymore. My thoughts can really be crazy but I'm no stupid. =)))
So where was I? It's June. It's school time again.
The school dues are paid, new set of uniforms, new set of books. Just a few missing pieces.
Migi will be grade 1. What happen? I already have a grader. And, aside that it's telling me I'm getting old, I'm not really happy thinking about him being in school whole day. You know, grade 1 = whole day in school. I worried how his ADD self can take being in 1 room whole day for 10 months x manymanymany years of that. I worry how he needs to undo all of the strict routinary life when he gets to the real world.
Looking back at it, can you imagine how we survive being confined in a classroom for almost 8 hours a day for 20 years of our life? All for??? See. See. See.
There again my being pilosopo. Mute.